Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)

by Ana Huang

But the idea of living life like I was at war with it every day made me indescribably sad.

Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

“Perhaps…” Rhys’s touch skimmed down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder. I shivered, my skin blossoming with a thousand more goosebumps. “I was always meant to find my way to you.”

Bridget von Ascheberg was mine and mine alone. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t mine to take. I was taking her anyway, and if I could tattoo myself onto her skin, bury myself into her heart, and etch myself onto her soul, I would.